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Oct 2014
In silent nights I hear sirens,
joking for years about them coming for us;
but that night was no joke;

a knock at the door,
a message from a friend,
a locked room;

a scream,
a wail,
a puddle;

in the silence of the night I hear a heart monitor steady.
this is my biggest fear.
Athea
Written by
Athea  Abu Dhabi
(Abu Dhabi)   
400
   --- and Marolle
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